#natzu

[dahyun]

💋

[otwicepairing]

tzunayeon/∞

[ardentlydekka]

“I think about you,” Tzuyu groans, “when I—fuck—when I’m in the shower or, or in bed and my mind just starts racing, and I wonder how you would fuck me—“

“Jesus,” Nayeon whispers. “Tzuyu.”

[allfortzu]

sweet heart, sweetheart

-- nayeon / tzuyu. 1.05k, fluff, slightly suggestive. MEN DNI.

lovely and laughing and sweet.

at dawn on a saturday morning, nayeon rouses tzuyu from her sleep. 

she doesn't do it intentionally, but tzuyu has always been a light sleeper, and she's always been able to tell when nayeon shifts in the sheets. 

“nayeonnie.” she reaches her hand out blindly. 

she trusts nayeon will see it, and she trusts nayeon will take it. she also trusts nayeon will want it. 

nayeon’s fingers slip smoothly in between hers. 

“baby, sorry, did i wake you?” 

the blankets move, and there nayeon is again, back by tzuyu’s side. 

she presses a kiss to tzuyu’s forehead, so soft that tzuyu barely registers it. tzuyu almost thinks she imagines it until nayeon brushes wisps of hair from her face and kisses her again, longer this time. 

tzuyu slips an arm around her lover's waist, trying to coax her back to bed, and more importantly, back in her arms. it’s too early for herself to wake up; certainly too early for nayeon as well. 

nayeon speaks softly, prodding, “i'm gonna wake up first.” 

tzuyu opens one eye to peek. she doesn't know why nayeon is up so early for once, but: “if you're waking up, i'm waking up.” 

nayeon doesn't stop her; it's futile trying to stop a determined tzuyu, and she can't deny how much she'd prefer her company than not. 

tzuyu rubs the sleep from her eyes as nayeon cradles her jaw to draw her lips in for a morning kiss. 

“why are we up so early?” tzuyu mumbles. the kiss wakes her up better; it's normally what she does to wake nayeon up, so maybe nayeon has been taking notes. it's her favourite way of being woken up, after all. 

“well, i'm awake because i was hungry,” nayeon admits with a muted laugh. “and you?” 

tzuyu shuffles over to scoop nayeon up and rest her chin on her shoulder. “dunno.” there's still some sleep leftover in her system, she really can't resist. 

“you can keep sleeping, tzu,” nayeon laughs again. she runs a palm up and down her back. “i'll come back to bed later.”

“where will you be going?” tzuyu tightens her hold. she nearly dozes off again too nayeon's mind-numbingly soothing touch. 

“to eat, if i find anything.” 

“you're gonna burn down our kitchen,” tzuyu says pointedly. 

nayeon gapes. “am not!” 

“i'll make you something.” 

nayeon doesn't fight it. how could she fight it? she loves being taken care of too much. “i'm craving something sweet.” 

tzuyu hums in thought. nayeon feels it from her shoulders down to her fingertips, buzzingly warm. tzuyu is most clingy in the mornings, nayeon had noticed a long time ago, and she still hasn't changed. 

at some point, kaya and butter stir from their slumber. kaya lays her head on tzuyu’s knee and butter squeezes snugly in between them. 

“how about kaya and butter toast?” tzuyu suggests. 

she can't help the little chuckle that trails along the end of her words. nayeon can't help it either.

“will you toast it on the pan?” nayeon asks. she isn't requesting it, but she does want to keep hearing tzuyu talk. the moment feels too perfect to end so soon. 

“of course,” tzuyu says. “it tastes better that way, doesn't it?” 

“hm,” nayeon agrees, but also, “it'll taste good if you're the one making it, anyway.” 

tzuyu giggles, easily flustered, and she lifts her head from nayeon's shoulder to let it all out. nayeon wants to take her tinted cheeks in her palms and kiss her, so she does, and so tzuyu giggles into her lips instead, bubbling over like popping candy and fizzy champagne. 

nayeon giggles, too, nayeon always does, because this is her lover she's kissing, this is tzuyu she's kissing, lovely and laughing and sweet. 

she falls back onto their sheets and tzuyu follows, a hand on her hip and another to hold herself up. eventually, she settles more of her weight on nayeon, warmth on warmth, and nayeon gathers her impossibly closer in kind. nayeon scratches tzuyu's scalp lightly, and tzuyu all but purrs into the kiss. 

“you're distracting me,” tzuyu scolds, yet she's still grinning and their teeth are still knocking together. her hand has found nayeon's waist, and her other fingers play idly with nayeon's hair. 

“you could go back to sleep,” nayeon teases. “or… there is the superior option of continuing to kiss me.”  

“what happened to toast?” 

nayeon kisses her again. “i've got something sweeter right here.” 

tzuyu smiles, and tzuyu kisses her back. sneaky fingers slip beneath nayeon's sleep shirt, and the tickle makes her yelp out a squeak that dissolves into soundless laughter. 

“don't tempt me,” tzuyu says, but she doesn't mind, though; she keeps kissing nayeon anyway, and when nayeon breaks the kiss uncontrollably, tzuyu peppers kisses over her jaw instead, then to her reddened ear, then to the line down her neck — every sensitive nerve she’s memorised in her heart. nayeon tips her head back to give tzuyu more space, always keen for more. tzuyu's thumb presses and rubs feathery patterns across her warming skin, dreamy and demanding all at once, tantalisingly addictive. 

“you're wide awake now?” 

tzuyu raises a brow. “yeah, and now you're trying to get us back into bed?” 

nayeon wiggles hers. “you're the one on top of me.” 

tzuyu pinches the skin on her waist in admonishment. her nose scrunches a little as she frowns, and nayeon knows if they do go further, tzuyu isn't gonna let her have the pleasure of satisfaction just for the sake of testing her. but maybe she's a little into that, too. 

unfortunately right on cue, her stomach growls. 

“too bad,” tzuyu muses. 

nayeon juts her bottom lip out. “i can ignore it.”

tzuyu pats her tummy and lifts herself off nayeon’s body, much to nayeon's dismay. “patience is a virtue.” 

“oh, so later?” nayeon beams, but tzuyu's already halfway out the door, a careless shrug offered before she turns the corner out of nayeon's sight. 

//

a little after dawn and a handful more kisses by the kitchen island, tzuyu makes nayeon her toast. 

“you like it?” tzuyu asks. “is it sweet enough?” 

“hm, perfect,” nayeon hums, pleased. still, she can't help but add, “not as sweet as you, though.” 

tzuyu rolls her eyes, but nayeon doesn't miss the small sound she huffs out, lovely and laughing and sweet. 

happy birthday to tzuyu and happy comeback to nayeon, my loves my loves 🩵💙 inspired by @seoltzuki, the na to my tzu 🫂

thank you so much for reading!

[sleephyuns]

Happy to say I got commissioned to do a very very fun natzu fic. It got a lot longer than expected LOL, but it was a great prompt. Thank you again to the person who commissioned me!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54068866

[usui-zero]

[jihyocentric]

request for exhibitionist kink natzu? doesn't matter who, they both seem to fit 😄 but if you aren't feeling down for it that's okay would love to hear your thoughts on them tho! 🫶

nayeon might not admit it, but something about the fear of getting caught makes her stomach tighten with arousal, rubbing her thighs together to get some friction between them.

she thinks tzuyu might not notice but tzuyu observes her, she always does, keeping her eye on nayeon, knowing what nayeon had been thinking about solely by the way her cheeks reddened, breathing getting heavier, desire written all over nayeon's face.

nayeon was endearing like that — hesitant but undoubtedly needy, thinking about asking for what she wants but too shy to do so. it gives tzuyu the perfect chance to take her, eager to help.

“need anything, unnie?” tzuyu whispers in nayeon’s ear.

the other girls seemed focused on the movie playing on the tv, some of them in their own world. as the lights were off, it was dark enough for nobody to see them, unless they really forced their eyes.

“t-tzu,” nayeon mumbles, feeling tzuyu’s hand intruding her shirt, brushing against her tummy.

tzuyu waits for her consent and nayeon nods, pressing her face against tzuyu’s neck, biting back a moan when the younger’s hand gets lost inside her shorts.

“so wet, unnie,” tzuyu teases, low enough so nobody could hear them, hearing a soft whimper from nayeon.

tzuyu slips nayeon’s panties aside, burying her fingers inside nayeon easily, nayeon’s legs shaking as she gets filled. it’s hard not to make a sound, cheeks burning when tzuyu’s hand slips under her shirt.

“mhm!” nayeon lets out impulsively, trembling when tzuyu’s fingers stop moving inside her, attempting to rub herself on the younger's hand, gasping when tzuyu squeezes her hardened nipple.

“shh, unnie,” tzuyu whispers, pulling her fingers out of nayeon and thrusting them back in, hard. “so pretty like this,” she praises, feeling nayeon clench around her fingers, greedily.

nayeon shivers, head thrown back against tzuyu’s neck, body warm and flushed, a mess as she received tzuyu’s touches, the buildup pleasure stuck in her stomach, doing her best to hide her reactions away.

she manages to keep quiet just barely, hips moving against tzuyu’s hand, skin burning everywhere, a consequence of tzuyu’s touch.

“t-tzu, mhm!” nayeon holds a sharp cry at the back of her throat as she approaches the edge.

“that’s it, unnie,” tzuyu soothes her, fingers sinking inside gently as she brings nayeon to an orgasm.

nayeon gasps as she comes, coating tzuyu’s fingers with warm slick, still quiet, doing her best not to utter a sound. tzuyu kisses her shoulder tenderly, easing nayeon down from the edge slowly, until she could pull her fingers out.

nayeon breathes out, entirely flushed, legs still shaking. “so good, baby.”

“did so well,” tzuyu hums, pressing a kiss on her head, hoping nobody heard nayeon’s moans.

[misswoozi]

Back on my "Nayeon is straight but she has an uncharacteristically GAY fixation on Tzuyu specifically" bullshit!!

[otwicepairing]

NaMiTzu

JYPETWICE:

Maximize that IT-GIRL Energy by dancing to TWICE's STRATEGY🩷

🎧 STRATEGY http://TWICE.lnk.to/STRATEGY

TWICE #트와이스 #STRATEGY

NAYEON #나연 #MINA #미나 #TZUYU #쯔위

[eirs-art]

Uhm, I'd like to do a doodle game? Can you drop me a colour combo and one of my eight characters? Under the cut you can see who I already did^^ Thanks!

[74204-133]

Well natzu and Ace won

Tell me now ideas in Chat or so for the Storys for tham

(DO NOT TELL ME IN REBLOGG THAN THE SURPRISS IS OUT)

[otwicepairing]

tzunayeon/∞

[your-fav-is-divorced]

Grey and Natzu from Fairytail

I think they should kiss, but make them divorce

Grey and Natsu from Fairy Tail are Divorced!

[allfortzu]

hand in hand

-- nayeon / tzuyu. 2.7k, fluff, slightly suggestive ; celebrity!tzu. MEN DNI

to be in love is to know love.

nayeon loves being in love. 

she loves that fluttering feeling in her chest; loves how it makes her heart soar and skip and all of the stupid things that come with it.

how her mind ever only wanders to one person now, and how she tries to distract herself from it only to be distracted by it. 

really, nayeon loves knowing that she's in love. 

kookeu must feel it too, because he huffs and leaps off her lap, unable to ignore her tapping foot. 

if it were any other day, she'd pout and wail for him to come back — but right now, she's brimming with so much giddiness she can barely fathom any emotion that isn't pure excitement. 

when tzuyu texts back, nayeon's heart bursts. 

tzuyu

almost done with the shoot :)

call her lovestruck or smitten; deeply infatuated, even — nayeon is all of these things at once. 

she grabs her keys in one hand, her racing heart in the other, and sprints out the door. 

i'm here, i'm here. 

she probably breaks every speed limit on her way over and then some, and when breaking speed limits is no longer an option, she risks a parking ticket and runs the rest of the way. 

the path is dark and they’re all covered up, but nayeon wouldn't be nayeon if she didn't know what true love looked like. 

“tzuyu.”

she's clad in a cap and mask, hidden from prying eyes. though, nayeon couldn't possibly miss that familiar shine. 

“unnie!”

she isn't sure how many steps it takes for her to reach tzuyu because her legs move before she can start counting. nayeon pummels into tzuyu with a puff. they both stumble with the force, but tzuyu keeps her stance steady enough to engulf nayeon just as forcefully right back. 

they don't kiss, not yet; nayeon throws her arms over tzuyu's shoulders, and tzuyu gathers her up in kind, laughing, chest fluttering. 

she inches down the brim of her cap when nayeon presses eager lips to her cheek, over her mask. the polyester is cold and rough, nothing like tzuyu's skin, much to nayeon's dismay, but it is enough. tzuyu giggles, shy and slightly wary; nayeon nuzzles in anyway. 

“hi to you, too, stranger,” tzuyu muses. “were you waiting for long?” 

nayeon buries her nose into tzuyu’s neck. it was a little long, but she'd be willing to wait longer if need be, if it was for tzuyu, so — “not at all,” she says. “you finished early today.” 

tzuyu's eyes curve, crinkling adorably at the corners. “well, i had very important things to do after.” 

“that so?” nayeon beams. “what kind of important things?” 

“you know…” tzuyu drawls.

“do i now?” 

“yeah,” tzuyu drops her voice. “like… kissing my girlfriend, and all that.” 

nayeon laughs. “you make it sound so scandalous.” 

“some people think it is,” tzuyu says, and nayeon knows she's right. at this point, they've been standing here hugging for so long even this might be scandalous. “i do really want to kiss you now, though.”

nayeon grins her bunny-toothed grin, affection blossoming under her skin and a giggle bubbling in her throat. if anything good could come out of being apart for longer than either of them want, it's that tzuyu's always terribly needy by the end of it — the kind of needy nayeon knows tzuyu only feels for her; the kind of silly attachment she can't say she doesn't adore or absolutely love reciprocating. 

“what happened to taking me out on a date first?” nayeon jabs playfully. 

tzuyu tightens her embrace, a little pleading, but still complying. “okay, dinner date first. then kisses…… then i’m staying over at yours, right?” 

nayeon's expression softens. “i could stay over at yours, too — if it’s easier,” she suggests. 

tzuyu has been talking about this since the day she left for her overseas shoot, but nayeon always feels like her place is lacking. tzuyu’s penthouse is bigger and nicer, and she can't bear keeping her away from her home any longer than work has. 

“you probably miss home.”

“no,” tzuyu insists. “i missed you. and i like your place much, much more.” 

nayeon laughs. “my dingy little one-bedroom apartment?” 

“it's not dingy,” tzuyu frowns sharply. “It's cosy; much cosier than my empty shell of one.” she leads them on their way, walking in the vague direction where nayeon came from and trusting nayeon to guide her if she strays. “and it smells like you.” 

“it smells like me?”

“yeah,” tzuyu says. she slips a hand into nayeon's, then tucks them into her coat pocket. “like home.” 

it's a little too warm for the weather, but nayeon thinks tzuyu is wonderfully lovely for it all. 

//

in the car, tzuyu gets a call. 

nayeon watches her face fall, and she knows why it does.

“it's my manager,” tzuyu announces. she picks the call up anyway. 

nayeon has never been around to hear tzuyu speak to her manager before — they're always talking in hushed voices and different rooms when nayeon's around. she's met her manager briefly, in between dropping tzuyu off at her place or picking tzuyu up from a shoot, but never any longer. 

in the span of two minutes, nayeon realises why tzuyu has never tried introducing them, and why tzuyu never talks to her manager when nayeon's around.  

“i don't care if you think i shouldn't be dating anyone right now,” tzuyu hisses into her phone. “i told you i'm taking a break this week, so i am. you can waste your time waiting for me outside my door, i don't care.” 

nayeon can't hear the other side of the conversation, but by that point, she decides it might be in her best interest to simply tune out the rest. 

when tzuyu hangs up, she tosses her phone to the backseat. 

nayeon debates saying something, but tzuyu speaks up first. 

“sorry.”

at this time of the night, the roads are empty, so nayeon chances a glance at tzuyu. “what for?” 

“you shouldn't have had to hear that,” tzuyu says. “you know i love you, right?” 

nayeon wishes she had more comforting words, but all she can think to say back is: “yeah, i know. and i love you, too.” 

she takes tzuyu’s hand and hopes it’s enough. 

“do they… do they know you're with me?” 

“i’m sure they could tell.” 

“you don't have to force yourself to meet me if it gets you in trouble, you know?”

the grip on nayeon’s hand tightens. “don’t say that — i want to do this. and i don't care if it gets me in trouble.” 

nayeon squeezes back. “but i worry.”

it's not like she never knew this was going on behind the scenes — it was something that was implied the second tzuyu decided to enter this line of work, anyway — but she didn't think it would be so prevalent; that there would be people pestering tzuyu and watching her every move, even those who were meant to be on her side. and she didn't realise the extent tzuyu went to to keep these issues from her, to make sure these problems weren't as big as they were. 

“you don't have to,” tzuyu huffs. “i care about you much, much more than them; i'll always put you first, i don't want you to think otherwise.” 

“i know that,” nayeon sighs. “it's them i'm worried about. i know you want to keep our relationship private, but who knows what they could do?” 

she sees tzuyu open her mouth to refute, only to close it before any words come out. 

they fall into silence until tzuyu breaks it again. 

“what should we do, then?” she whispers, and it's so hesitant it's as if she's already predicted an answer and didn't like it. “i don't want to stop seeing you, if that's what you're suggesting.” 

“i'm worried, not out of my mind,” nayeon gapes. “what i'm saying is that… if you need us to lay low or something, just to get your managers off your back, i'm okay with it. and if i can't pick you up from work everyday, that’s fine, too.” 

tzuyu's fingers tense. “absolutely not. you're the only thing i look forward to after work, how am i supposed to get through the day if you're not there at the end of it?” 

nayeon softens. it's an achingly romantic sentiment she can't bear to ruin. 

“would you just promise me you'll be careful?” 

“i will,” tzuyu assures. “but i'm also ready for whatever they could throw at me, okay?” 

it's a type of determination and courage that nayeon admires, but sometimes she does fear for tzuyu, especially when it begins inching into stubbornness. 

“you could lose your job,” nayeon warns gently. “they could take everything.” 

“that would barely amount to losing you,” tzuyu says. “you're my everything. so — as long as you're here, i'm not scared.”

nayeon's never been strong enough to stay away from tzuyu, anyway. 

“okay,” she says. 

she knows only this one other thing as earnestly as she knows her love for tzuyu. 

“then i'm not scared either.” 

//

tzuyu makes sure her cap and mask are fitted snugly over her face before they leave the car. 

“i can go get the food — it's dangerous for you,” nayeon had told her, but it only made tzuyu want to go with her more. 

“i'll be careful,” tzuyu reassured. she simply winked and pointedly pulled her cap down further. “you're always doing these things for me — let me.” 

nayeon still worries, even though the cashier acknowledges them with nothing more than a tired smile when they walk in.

now, tzuyu squats with her in front of the cold foods rack. she already has two ramen bowls in her hands. 

“should i get a rice ball or ramen?” nayeon ponders. 

“you know a rice ball wouldn't be enough.”

“but i’m craving rice,” nayeon pouts and pokes at the plastic. “and i’ve never seen this malatang chicken flavoured one before.” 

tzuyu tilts her neck back, angling just enough to peer through the tiny slit she'd left between her pulled-down cap and pulled-up mask. she's quiet for a bit, then she takes the rice ball before nayeon has to decide. 

“we'll get both.” 

“both?” 

“yeah, my treat.” 

“... and chuu-hi?” 

“and chuu-hi.” 

nayeon beams. she grabs two cans and holds her arms out to retrieve the rest of their things from tzuyu. it's usually how it goes in places like these — she’ll speak, pay, walk in front, for fear tzuyu might be recognised if she ever does any of those things in public. 

but tzuyu picks the cans from her hands instead and keeps whatever she’d been holding. 

“i'll do it this time.” 

she watches in stunned silence as tzuyu makes a stiff beeline to the cashier. in the middle of an anxious thought, nayeon realises why tzuyu had insisted so adamantly to come along. 

i'm not scared. 

tzuyu shifts in place at the end of the line, but her hands are balled into fists.

for a while, nayeon keeps her distance, cautious to be seen around tzuyu herself — cautious of tzuyu being seen around her. maybe tzuyu had been looking forward to this moment, or at least gearing herself up for it, but nayeon hadn't.

yet, tzuyu’s fingers begin to fidget. 

nayeon can't help herself despite the obvious foolishness. 

she hastily grabs another rice ball and can of chuu-hi, and rushes to the counter. maybe she’ll come off as another unassuming customer. for tzuyu's sake. 

she can't see tzuyu's face, and she's not even sure if tzuyu has any peripheral vision left with the way her cap is pulled down. she worries. 

she tugs on the hem of tzuyu's jacket as subtly, as gently as she can. 

below the counter, tzuyu curls a quiet finger around hers. 

nayeon’s heart settles. 

//

tzuyu doesn't forget to give nayeon a kiss. 

in between bites of ramen and rice balls, after countless careful glances around, she leans over and dips her head until their lips meet.  

nayeon hums, pleased. 

“in public?” 

“i said i wasn’t scared,” tzuyu tells her. 

they sit by a river near her apartment, the same one they've sat at since they met. ramen has always tasted better outdoors, and their lips have always been particularly irresistible when they weren't allowed to kiss them. 

nayeon pulls the brim of tzuyu’s cap back down, readjusting it after their kiss had pushed it back. 

tzuyu chuckles. “i'm sure anyone who wanted to see has seen already.” 

nayeon wants to cover tzuyu's hand with hers, but after that stunt, she decides some cautiousness is due. “when did you get so brash?” 

tzuyu smiles. she brushes a finger against nayeon's pinky. “you make me want to do stupid things.”  

nayeon hooks her finger around tzuyu's, relenting. 

she feels something emanating off tzuyu in quiet waves, an uncomfortable uncertainty and restraint in her speaking that she’s never enjoyed. that bashful tone always meant more than it did on the surface.

“you can tell me what's really on your mind, you know? what was the kiss for?”

tzuyu's eyes shift downwards, though her pinky remains still in nayeon’s. she's silent for a long while, long enough that nayeon gets nervous, but she waits for tzuyu to speak first. she's always needed time to collect her thoughts, and nayeon knows tzuyu is still thinking about her when her pinky curls tighter around her finger. 

when tzuyu speaks again, her voice comes out as a whisper, in thoughtful, carefully picked words. 

“i’m thinking about coming out.” 

nayeon’s brows raise, startled. “what?” 

“yeah,” tzuyu says. “i want to kiss you wherever i want, and i want to tell the world about you eventually. we can do all that when i do.” 

nayeon can't help the silly grin that spreads across her cheeks. they’ve talked about it before, in stray comments and idealistic dreaming, in impulsive moments, but even then — only in ifs and imagines, never wants, never when, never with so much certainty. 

“you must be going mad.” 

tzuyu laughs with her. “maybe i am; maybe for you. i’m greedy.”

“you really are going mad.” 

“i know i am,” and she keeps laughing. “but doesn’t it sound nice?”

“it sounds wonderful.”

//

at home, nayeon kisses tzuyu. without reserve, without caution. 

tzuyu sighs into the kiss, melting into her touch. her fingers latch onto the collar of nayeon’s hoodie, tugging her in eagerly.

“i’ll do it next week,” tzuyu says. “i’ll tell everyone then.” 

nayeon pulls back slightly, eyeing the brim of tzuyu's cap. she lifts the cap off tzuyu's head and tosses it to one side. “i suppose there’ll be no need for this anymore, then?” 

it seems like tzuyu takes it as a sign to hold back a little less as well. 

“not at all.” 

she pushes in further, desperate, longing. tzuyu swallows all the air in her lungs and settles all the noise in her mind. she covers nayeon's lips in soft saccharine pecks, then slower, longer kisses, ones that fill her chest with so much warmth it makes nayeon wonder if the cages of her ribs are deserving of such heaven. 

tzuyu reaches over to clutch onto her waist, pulling at the hem of her hoodie to bring them closer. her kisses grow hungrier, fingers eventually dipping under nayeon's clothes to touch skin. 

nayeon can sense the eagerness; the tugging and fumbling and impatient grasps, the recapturing of her lips when she leaves for air, all of the waiting from before spilling over in this singular, infinitely intimate moment. tzuyu breathes out like every kiss is a new revelation; love in its most honest, most earnest, most raw. 

nayeon kisses back with equal fondness, as much as tzuyu deserves. 

she kisses her until tzuyu hums, and tzuyu giggles like she’s in love, like she’s kissing nayeon for the first time all over again, like she’s everything; she smiles and laughs and breaks the kiss between moments she can’t help breaking, and nayeon does too. 

“i want you,” she whispers. 

“you have me,” she whispers back. 

between their mingled words and encapsulating touches, between steps to a bedroom they share and backs to sheets that smell like them — nayeon knows this must be all of love, right in her two bare hands, tender and real and kind.

okay so what if the plot is just abt two people being in love??? that is not a crime! it's been a while since i wrote just absolutely mindless fluff (i always say this but i'm sure it hasn't bc what else do i write) it feels that way at least! i love writing about love

anyway! thank you for reading and interacting! it means the world <3

[werecat1234]

Merging Timelines Chapter Thirteen

Dust was sitting on the couch, an angry Undyne glaring down at him. Papyrus was standing off to the side, Alphys was hiding behind Skyler, who was standing next to Papyrus, and Skyler looked exasperated. Sans was by the TV leaning against the wall, visible if Dust looked around Undyne, but otherwise he could see him in the background. 

"am i still in time out?" Dust asked. 

"Yes! Sans, why the hell would you help prank the entire Underground?!" Undyne asked, steam practically coming from her ears.

Dust shrugged a bit. "why not?"

"'WHY NOT'?! SANS, COME ON!! LOOK AT ME AND ALPHYS! ALPH, PULL DOWN YOUR HOOD!" Undyne yelled, looking back at her, and Alphys rapidly shook her head no.

"REST ASSURED, ALPHYS, IT CANNOT BE THAT BAD..." Papyrus tried reassuring her, and she squeaked.

'killer, what did you do?' Dust asked with a sigh, pulling his hood up.

'you'll see?~ me and horror are having fun with the 'murder time trio plotting board™️'. i can't wait til the three of us are in here at once! just like a real team!' Killer replied.

'maybe tonight. this body needs to sleep after all. so no pranking everyone again, killer.' Dust told him sternly.

'yeah yeah, whatever... you three at least wanna get into some mischief later?' Killer asked.

'i think you did enough as it is.' Sans sighed.

'that was just my solo mission! me, dust, and horror still need to do our first ever team up.' Killer pointed out.

'you can't stop him, sans. better to just go along with it and try to minimize the damage.' Dust told Sans, who facepalmed.

'look who's catching on!' Dust could practically hear Killer grinning.

Dust sighed.

"-ANS, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME RIGHT NOW?!" Undyne asked, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him, and his eyelights snapped up to her.

"sorry, what were you saying?" Dust asked.

He couldn't concentrate on a single conversation, between Killer, Horror, and Sans, and then the conversation that wasn't in his head. It was like ADHD combined with schizophrenia. Undyne glared at him in frustration, her eye twitching as she sighed. 

"Oh for the love of- You've been doing that since I even got to Snowdin! Just off in your own world half the time! What are you even thinking about, anyways?!"

"llamas with hats." Dust replied.

"Ha ha, very funny. Seriously! What's going on in that skull of yours?" Undyne knocked on his skull surprisingly gently. 

'good thing horror wasn't watching when she did that.' Sans said, and Dust bit back a chuckle.

"a marching band of rats wearing tuxedos and wizard hats and beards." Dust said.

"No!"

"ketchup."

"SANS!" Undyne snapped, and Dust snorted, "Stop messing around!! Now who the hell did you help pull all this off?!" 

"gandolf."

"SANS!" Papyrus yelled.

"fine... natzu dragneel." Dust said flatly.

"N-Natzu?!?!" Alphys yelped, "F-From the anime?!"

"yup." Dust replied calmly.

"Where is he?!" Undyne asked, gripping his jacket and holding him up to her face.

"he went back into the tv." Dust replied, Undyne putting him down. 

'i forgot how much these two are anime geeks- oh, that's a great idea, horror! great murder idea!'

'i figured it would get the job done.' Horror chuckled.

"That jerk! I'll kick his butt if he shows his face here again!" Undyne yelled, punching one of her fists into her palm.

'do i even want to know what you two are doing in there?' Sans asked, worried. 

'guys, i can only concentrate on one conversation at a time!' Dust snapped at them.

'so sorry, dust bunny, i'll make sure to use my inside voice.' Killer apologized insincerely, taking a deep breath, before sounding muffled.

'i got him. do your thing, dust.' Horror said. 

"Why would you even help him anyways?!" Undyne asked.

"why not?" Dust asked.

'thank you, horror.' Dust thanked him.

'yeah, thank you. maybe you can help balance him out.' Sans said.

'maybe. maybe not. time will tell i guess.' Horror shrugged.

"Why not?!?!" Undyne asked, angered.

'oh god..' Dust groaned mentally. 

Killer could be heard gasping, 'jeez, horror! you don't gotta strangle me like that!'

'he does when you're trying to drive me crazy.' Dust sighed.

"i couldn't sleep and i was bored." Dust said, trying and failing to stay concentrated on the conversation, and Undyne groaned.

'crazy? i was crazy once. they put me in a room. a rubber room. a rubber room with rats. they put me in a rubber room with rats. rats? i hate rubber rats. they make me crazy. crazy? i was crazy once. they put me in a room-' Killer was cut off by Horror audibly slapping his hand over Killer's mouth. 

'killer for the love of all that exists, please, shut up!' Sans pleaded.

Dust could hear Killer's muffed laughter in his head, slowly fading out. Dust pinched his brow in exasperation. Killer's mood swings were not something to underestimate. 

"Hey.... Sans? Can we talk?" Skyler asked, looking at him in concern as they stepped forward.

"I'm not done with him yet!" Undyne said.

"my house, undyne. you're a guest. i say we're rain-checking this conversation for later." Dust said, standing up and walking over to Skyler, leaving a stunned Undyne bent over in front of the couch. 

Skyler's jaw dropped a bit as he walked over to them, putting his hand on their shoulder and teleporting them to the bench with the quiche under it in Waterfall. It was quiet, hidden, and secluded, which worked great against eavesdroppers.

"What happened?" Skyler asked almost immediately.

"got a new addition. your reloads sped it up, and the new guy's here, and no, he can't take over the body yet, but one more sync up and he can. killer is... well, he's being irritating. he showed off how fast he was earlier, and.. well, he's extremely fast." Dust explained.

"Oh my god... I'm so sorry. I only thought about the sync ups after I Reloaded, I-" Skyler immediately apologized, and Dust held his hand up.

"it's fine. it was gonna happen eventually, and besides, my actions were.. not exactly good ones. i lost my temper with flowey." Dust said.

"Still, I should've thought about it.. The new one... he umm... what's he like?" Skyler asked.

"well, he's sadistic, isn't exactly opposed to violence, and he's got a crazy side. he explained what happened on his end, which, jeez, and uh... well... it was a lot, and i don't wanna get into it. if it signifies anything, killer nicknamed him 'horror', which is pretty damn fitting." Dust said.

"Jeez...." Skyler whispered.

"yeah... killer also made us a team now. 'murder time trio', which is admittedly catchy. i'm apparently the leader too." Dust shrugged.

"It does have a nice ring to it... Dust?" Skyler asked.

"yeah?" Dust replied.

"What's a Natzu Dragneel?" Skyler asked.

"it's this human anime thing. killer got bored and watched all of alphys's anime collection, and i had the misfortune of him ranting about some of them while plotting flowey's murder." Dust replied.

"That... explains a lot." Skyler said after a moment. 

'i'm surprised you didn't, dust.' Killer said.

"i wasn't that desperate for something to do, killer. besides, i didn't start killing until maybe a thousand resets give or take, and that still wasn't enough time. i lost count after a while, but i know it wasn't nearly as many as you went through." Dust replied. 

"She has a big collection I take it?..." Skyler asked.

"it's huge." Dust and Killer replied at the same time, Dust out loud and Killer in Dust's head.

'jinx?' Horror asked. 

Dust sighed, agreeing "jinx..."

"So umm... do you know anything about Horror yet?" Skyler asked.

"yeah, actually. he went over his past with the three of us so nightmares of his past wouldn't be as much of a surprise. it uh... it was bad. it explains why only reloads are making all this worse, and uh... well, his physical appearance.... well..." Dust trailed off.

"It's bad?" Skyler asked.

"it's bad." Dust agreed, and he got a phone call; it was Papyrus, "one sec." Dust told them, before answering the phone, holding it away from his head, "yeah?"

"SANS! WHERE ARE YOU?" Papyrus asked.

"uh... why?" Dust asked.

"QUEEN TORIEL HAS RETURNED! WELL, I BELIEVE IT IS HER! SHE LOOKS VERY DISPLEASED, AND IS TALKING WITH ASGORE IN SNOWDIN TOWN SQUARE AS WE SPEAK! ASGORE HAD REQUESTED YOUR PRESSENCE! ALSO, WE MUST HAVE A LONG TALK ABOUT WHO YOU PRANK WHILE SLEEP DEPRIVED, BROTHER!" Papyrus replied, and Skyler looked at Dust in shock.

"oh crap.." Dust muttered, eyelights turning red and cyan from horror.

'wait, you pranked the royals?!' Horror asked in shock.

'killer, you've gotta be kidding me..' Sans groaned. 

'oh, i pranked everyone~' Killer grinned.

Dust groaned, eyelights turning white again. "i'll be there in a few minutes, paps. just uh... finishing a conversation with skyler." 

"ALRIGHT, JUST HURRY, BROTHER!" Papyrus said, and he hung up.

"Killer pranked Toriel and Asgore?" Skyler asked.

"yup... sans, do you want to handle this?" Dust asked. 

'i can, yeah.' Sans replied.

Sans appeared, walking into Dust, and he took control. He sighed, giving Killer a tired look. 

"killer, i swear..." Sans trailed off, and Killer snickered, going into the subconscious.

'don't worry, i'll keep an eye on him.' Dust said.

"thank you, dust." Sans thanked him. 

'you're welcome. oh hey, you guys did pretty good on that plotting board.' Dust said. 

'thanks, dust bunny! horror thought of the bear trap idea.' Killer smirked.

"hold on, bear traps?!" Sans asked in shock. 

"What?!" Skyler asked in confusion. 

'oh, this is gonna be so much fun!' Killer cackled.

"crap... welp, flowey's done for. kid, you ready to head to Snowdin?" Sans asked, receiving a nod, and they still looked disturbed.

Sans put his hand on their shoulder, teleporting them both to his room, and he said, "wait here. this way asgore won't see you and suspect anything. i'll... deal with this."

"Ok.." Skyler replied, sitting down on the bed and looking at the trash tornado as Sans teleported out. 

Sans appeared in front of Asgore, looking in shock at Asgore's purple, yellow, and green swirled fur, accompanied by the orange beard as Asgore looked at him in momentary wariness before relaxing. oh my god...

'dust, horror, you gotta see this.' Sans told them, struggling not to burst out laughing.

Less than a moment later, laughter erupted in Sans's head. Horror's honestly terrifying laughter did nothing to deter the others from laughing their bones off. Killer sounded absolutely maniacal, Dust sounded similar but a lot less crazy, and Horror's laughter was downright psychotic, but it didn't stop the others. It was better than Horror's creepy, quiet and terrifying giggling.

'holy crap!'

'killer, you didn't!! what the hell?!'

'i knew he'd look horrible, but oh my god, this is perfect!!' 

'what the hell is wrong with you?!?!'

Killer laughed even harder.

Sans saw Toriel as she walked over to him with a quiet sigh and a mildly irritated look on her face, and Sans's composure shattered. Her fur was every color of the rainbow, and some not in the rainbow, and some Sans didn't even know existed. 

'you didn't! killer, why?!?!'

'i was running low on dyes! i just dumped them all in!' Killer replied, sounding like he was struggling to breath. 

'holy crap, killer!' Horror said, wheezing.

'killer, you are in so much trouble!' Sans scolded him, despite his laughter; to be fair, it was extremely funny.

Killer said something faintly, likely whispering to Horror and Dust, and Horror laughed even more.

'the underground will be terrified!' Horror snickered.

'i almost feel bad about it... then again, i've done much worse.' Dust said with an audible smirk.

'oh ho ho! dusty's showing his inner darkside!' You could hear the grin in Killer's voice. 

'uh oh....' Sans was uneasy as he pulled himself together, wiping a cyan and yellow tear from each eye socket.

'to the plotting board!' Killer shouted, and everything went quiet.

Sans had a bad feeling about this. He was exhausted from sleep deprivation, and Dust was starting to join in on Killer's antics more and more. Be it from sleep deprivation or just coming out of his shell bit by bit, Sans was immensely worried. While it was nice to know Dust was cutting loose and forming a friendship with Killer, and now probably Horror.... Sans didn't know how he felt about the three of them potentially teaming up.

Sans sighed a bit, looking up at Asgore apologetically, "s-sorry, just... wow.." Sans apologized.

"It's alright, Sans." Asgore replied, "You had an understandable reaction. Honestly, I did the same."

'i'm the one who did it, and even i laughed!' Killer pointed out.

'you're also a nutjob.' Dust pointed out. 

'at least i'm not an airhead.' Killer said.

'you really wanna start this with me, bonehead?' Dust asked.

'dust, killer, don't even start!' Sans snapped at them while giving a thankful expression to Asgore, and turned to Toriel, saying, "sorry for laughing."

'what are they doing?' Horror asked.

'you'll find out.' Sans sighed.

"It's quite alright, my child." Toriel replied, "Say, you sound familiar.." Toriel's eyes widened in realization, and she asked, "Knock knock?"

"who's there?" Sans asked.

'chucklehead!'

'dummy!'

"Old lady." Toriel replied.

'earsplitter!'

'you're one to talk, you flamboyant imbecile!

'there's a one word limit, you goof!'

"old lady who?" Sans asked.

'one word?.... oh. i see what you two are doing...' Horror chuckled creepily at the realization. 

'yup! dust, you gotta grasp the rules better, buddy~' Killer snickered. 

"Oh my, I didn't know you could yodel." Toriel laughed, and Sans laughed, despite hearing the joke several times before. 

'you try thinking of an insult that starts with 'f' that isn't a swear word!' Dust retorted.

'... touche...'

'you bunch of little hellions...' Horror said. 

Killer let out a 'woop' in excitement, and Dust snickered. 

'oh yeah, here we go!'

"nice to meet you face to face." Sans said to Toriel, trying to block out the three idiots in his head right now. 

'sans joined in, he just called us idiots.' Horror announced. 

'about time!!' Killer laughed, 'welcome to the club, lucky!'

'i'm leaving it.' Sans said.

"You aswell." Toriel replied.

'wait! but what about your personalized club jacket? i've already called the tailor!' Killer yelled dramatically.

"You two know each other?" Asgore asked with a smile.

'that's on you.' Sans shot back teasingly. 

'i can't believe i'm stuck with you jerks..' Dust laughed a bit.

"Yes, we've been telling knock knock jokes through the Ruins door for a while now. He's a good comedian." Toriel replied.

'at least we aren't a bunch of killjoys.' Horror snickered.

'yeah, we're not a bunch of losers! ... except for lucky, because he left the club.' Killer said. 

'hey!' Sans replied in offense, and everything thankfully went quiet, the three of them keeping their insult match up in the subconscious.

"He is, yes. Sans, the reason I called you is because... well... everyone has been pranked. I assume you saw Mettaton's... umm... broadcast, this morning." 

"yeah, that was... uh..." Sans laughed a bit, "That was better than his usual shows."

"Wait, what happened?" Toriel asked.

"the famous robot from around here got pranked." Sans explained. 

"Oh, I see." Toriel asked with a small giggle. 

Asgore waited a moment before continuing, "Anyways, Sans, I was wondering if you could help find who did this." Asgore told him.

"i think i can do that, yeah." Sans replied. 

"Thank you. Just look for anyone who's enjoying this a little too much." Asgore replied while giving him a hidden look, basically saying 'i need your expertise on expressions here.'

"you got it, your majesty." Sans said. 

Killer appeared across from him, looking between Toriel and Asgore with an amused expression on his face. 

'hmmmm... i wonder where you could find such a suspicious individual~' Killer snickered. 

Something seemed to catch Killer's attention, and he said, 'hey lucky, look at your window.'

Sans glanced up at it, seeing Skyler looking down at them through the window. 

'hey killer, what do you say we mix things up a bit more?' Sans asked, and Killer looked at him curiously.

'huh?' Killer asked.

"hey, old lady, can you follow me for a moment? i think someone wants to talk to you." Sans asked her.

"I can, yes." Toriel replied, and Sans grabbed her hand as he led her inside. 

He teleported them both up to his room where Skyler was, and they turned around in surprise.

"i kept my promise, the kid's safe." Sans said as he let go of Toriel's hand.

"Oh, my child!" Toriel cried, racing forward, sliding on her knees as she hugged Skyler tightly, "Thank you, my friend. Thank you."

"you're welcome." Sans replied as Skyler hugged her back.

Toriel pulled down Skyler's hood, and frowned when she saw their face.

"My child, who did this?" Toriel asked in concern, gently tilting their head up. 

"I uh... I was pranked too." Skyler replied.

"Do you know by who?" Toriel asked, and Skyler thankfully shook their head no, and Toriel sighed as she hugged Skyler again, "Very well. Well, I'm glad to know you're ok. Sans, in all seriousness, thank you so much for keeping them safe and not hurting them." 

"it's no problem, they're a good kid, after all." Sans replied.

'when they're not a genocidal maniac..' Killer said as he appeared next to Toriel, looking at the two of them.

'true..' Dust replied, appearing in front of Sans. 

Horror popped up next, looking at the two of them from next to Sans. 

'is everyone just here now? what happened to your plotting board and alphabetic roast match?' Sans asked.

'i won, and this is new to all of us.' Killer replied, folding his arms behind his head as he leaned against the wall.

'pfft! as if! i obviously won.' Dust rolled his eyelights, teleporting next to Killer and elbowing him in the side. 

'no way!' Killer replied, elbowing him back. 

'are they always like this?' Horror asked.

'yup...' Sans sighed. 

Skyler was watching his face while Toriel hugged them. Five seconds later, and Dust and Killer were roughhousing on the ground, both with playful and dark grins on their faces. Sans's vision grew fuzzy, and he saw a flash of red in his peripherals, like a tattered red fabric. 

'what was that?...' Horror asked. 

'what was it?' Dust asked as he pinned Killer down, his elbow on Killer's neck.

'like this... flash of red fabric?' Sans replied, and Killer and Dust both froze. 

'duuuuust remember what we were talking about this morning?' Killer asked. 

'yup.' Dust replied, jumping off of Killer, bolting to Sans, taking control. 

'dust, what the hell?' Sans asked in confusion, appearing across from him. 

Dust snapped his fingers, a purple spark between his fingers as he teleported to the middle of the forest in Snowdin, seeing some of Killer's faint footprints still in the snow. Dust sighed, pulling his hood up far over his head, casting a shadow over his face.

'dust, what's going on?' Horror asked.

'dust bunny hallucinates his dead brother sometimes, and looks like it's starting up again~' Killer explained, appearing across from Dust, grinning. 

'what?!' Horror asked.

'seriously? i haven't seen that in a nightmare before..' Sans said.

'it's almost like killer didn't sleep last night.' Dust rolled his eyelights, looking around, 'i just don't get it... why is he appearing now?'

Killer's grin was replaced by a thoughtful expression, and his eye sockets widened after a moment from a realization, 'i think i know.'

'really?'

'how?' Dust asked.

'it's simple, my dusty friend, in your timeline, had you by any chance been killing monsters when he started appearing?' Killer asked. 

'yeah?' Dust replied. 

'what did he mainly talk about?' Killer asked.

'what paps talked- talks about, but he mentioned lv and exp a lot more.' Dust answered as he faintly heard the voice of Papyrus whispering to him. 

'ok, ok... did it start at the beginning of the timeline, after you first woke up?' 

'... yes?'

'was it fainter and kept growing more prominent as time went on?'

'what are you getting at, killer, just say it!' Dust snapped, getting impatient.

'alright, alright! sheesh. you killed flowey, which provided you exp. lv, as we talked about, is addictive, it's like a drug, and.. well, seems like it doubles as a hallucinogen.' Killer said, 'lv is addictive, dust, your magic craves it, and it can and will mess with your mind in order to make you get it, like say... taking the form of your brother and have him tell you to keep on killing.' Killer explained, folding his arms behind his head as he watched Dust's face.

'... son of a-!'

'there it is~'

'wait, that can happen??' Sans asked. 

'yup.' Killer replied. 

'i never had those. then again, i mainly killed humans.' Horror said.

'lv could affect you differently, so-' Killer was cut off by Papyrus's echoey voice. 

*SANS...

'rude.' Killer muttered.

*SANS, IT'S ME, BROTHER...

'no, it's not.' Dust replied, flashes of red in the corner of his eye sockets, like a scarf blowing in the wind.

*YES, IT IS. WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME, SANS? HAVE I EVER LIED TO YOU BEFORE?-

"i..." Dust didn't know what to say.

Horror appeared across from him, 'don't believe him, dust. it's not him.'

*HE'S LYING, SANS. IT IS ME. YOU NEED MORE LV, BROTHER. THE HUMAN WILL START KILLING SOON...

Dust took a deep, shaky breath, trembling a little. Sans appeared to his right, looking at him in concern, having never seen Dust like this before. Killer was giving him a firm look, crossing his arms. 

'don't listen to him, dust.' Killer told him sternly.

*DON'T LISTEN TO THAT SKELETON, SANS. HE WANTS TO KILL EVERYONE HIMSELF. HE WANTS TO STEAL THE EXP FROM YOU. YOU NEED IT.

A demented version of Papyrus floated infront of him, a disembodied head with glowing red eye sockets, a tattered, long scarf wrapped around it, swaying behind it, and two gloved red hands at either side, near the end of the scarf. The Papyrus looked Dust in the eye sockets, and spoke again.

*WE NEED TO START KILLING BEFORE THE HUMAN DOES, SANS. YOU CANNOT FALL FOR THEIR LIES.

"paps, they're not-"

'don't talk to it like it's actually him, dust!' Killed glared at him.

*DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, SANS. HE HATES ME. HE WANTS YOU TO IGNORE ME. DON'T LISTEN TO HIM. NOW GET THE EXP. YOU NEED IT. YOU NEED TO LEVEL UP. NOW.

Dust trembled, backing away from the hallucination shakily, eye sockets wide with small red and cyan eyelights. He didn't know what to do. Killer glared at him, looking between the indecisive Dust and the manipulative figment, and he grit his teeth. He didn't care if Dust killed everyone... under normal circumstances. However, these weren't normal. Things were continuing for once, and Killer didn't want that to end. The fact that he was starting to care a little about Dust had nothing to do with it. 

Killer strode forward, grabbed the turtle neck and ripped Dust out of control over the body. Dust landed with a thump on the snow in front of him as Killer glared at the hallucination of Papyrus. Killer didn't trust Dust not to do anything stupid right now, so he was taking the wheel for a bit. 

"listen here you manipulative little pest, you need to shut the hell up right now before i slice and dice you so fast you turn into a bunch of bone meal and confetti. you are not going to ruin this timeline for me, and you are not going to gaslight dust into killing everyone again. you have no authority here, there is no necessity for dust to kill anyone, and i'm not gonna let you trick him into thinking otherwise. i don't know who's more delusional, dust for hallucinating you and thinking you're real, or you for claiming to be real even though you're faker than mettaton's hair, and it's made out of the same crap as a broom. you're less convincing than a salesmonster trying to sell a pair of gloves to that kid that follows undyne around everywhere. i wish i could blame dust's insanity on your existence, but unfortunately it's not that simple, now get the hell out of our head and leave dust alone, you lv induced, manipulative, gaslighting, lying, power hungry, delusional, spineless leech off of dust's questionable sanity." Killer glared daggers at the hallucination the whole time, Broken Determination gushing from his eye sockets and dripping down and onto the snow. 

Dust, Horror, and Sans were left completely and utterly speechless. The hallucination got in his face with a violent screech, the scarf and gloves gaining jagged edges, and it's eye sockets turned black except for glowing red slits for pupils, it's teeth sharpening. This was it's real face...

*YOU VILE, LITTLE-

"oh i'm vile? you're one to talk. i didn't think you could get any uglier." Killer smirked. The hallucination screeched at him again, and Killer didn't even flinch. "You seriously think you can scare me? you can't hurt me. besides, that anime... what was it? oh, right, mew mew: kissy cutie, is scarier than you are. actually, you could probably fit right in if i put a bow on your head."

Horror and Sans both burst out into shocked laughter, and Dust just stared up at Killer in shock and awe, purple tears in his eye sockets. Killer immediately summoned a wall of sharp bones in front of himself, stabbing through the hallucination, and it disappeared in a cloud of dust. Killer wiped his hands on each other, and he looked down at Dust again. Sans appeared next to Killer, taking control, and Killer knelt down by Dust.

'now we're even. you help me out through a mental... whatever, and i help you out.' Killer told him, before going into the subconscious.

Dust sat there for a moment longer, shocked, muttering surprised curses under his breath and vanishing into the subconscious again. Sans looked over at Horror, and they shared a dumbfounded look. Sans did smile slightly after a bit. Sans knew Killer had a soft spot.

Killer scoffed, muttering, 'as if, lucky. you're almost more delusional than dust was, and he thought that thing was really papyrus.'

Sans rolled his eyelights, not believing him for a second. 

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[arwenmorderek]

Hi! This’ll be my introduction post 🤍

(Edit made by my friend Natzu Zuzu on fb)

I’m kinda newish to the selfshipping community. I’m on fb, but I’ve been so long on tumblr that I wanted to make a side blog for my selfship too haha.

My main blog is @kyattofuudo

I have a ship with Hiromi Higuruma from Jujutsu Kaisen! I use an OC called Arwen Morderek (he/him)

I’m non-sharing!

(@syscardinal)

Please let’s be friends if you also selfship within JJK! (just no doubles and no ship with Nanami please, I also have a ship with him uu)